Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that is now stalking you.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Hard Drive full of Bitcoin
A vial of castoreum
A Ream of Printer Paper
A handwritten note from Taylor Swift with several encouraging words
A key from the Hotel California, smelling faintly of colitas
A PlayStation memory card containing only Crash Bandicoot saves
A single maid a-milking
A Picture of Sean Connery autographed by Roger Moore
An earthworm
A felt-tipped pen

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